Yet to be Seen

Fields of misty green,

So peaceful and serene,

Filled with unfinished dreams yet to be seen.

 

Majestic clouds,

Fluffy and white all around,

Where children’s hopes abound,

Yet many frown.

 

Like a clear blue stream,

With a hot summers steam,

Rising like a softly spoken plea,

Just waiting for us all to agree.

 

With the sight of a rising sun,

The world’s seen as only one,

A diamond in the rough,

To be polished by us.

 

Many beads of water,

All one until later,

When they run together,

To become a force that matters.

 

A blue pearl in the universe,

Where we run our course,

For better or for worse,

Why do we go for the latter?

Instead of the first?

 


@Bradley S. Hartman

www.bradleyshartman.com

 

 

Comments:
 
penname   penname wrote
on 5/22/2008 7:42:10 PM
love the form and the splendid rhyme. quite contemplative, philosophical great work.

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This is just something I thought of while daydreaming in the middle of a green lush field in the middle of nowhere. As i looked around and saw the amazing that God had put here for me to see, I wondered why we don't capture this same spirit to make the planet beautiful. Why we always wait until we've drained the money out of it instead of maintaining the Godliness of it.
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